It's Tuesday. I've been sitting outside in the yard, eating and making a sculpture of chocolate all day. My sister says I'm addicted, but I'm not. NOT! The melted chocolate drips off my chin and I lick it off, shivering with excitement. I made a giant dinosaur robot and covered it with chocolate. I'm gonna use it to kill all chocolate-haters. They have no use of life, without chocolate. As for people who are allergic to chocolate, I'll leave the doctors one year for them to find a cure or they all die. My mom comes outside and stares at me, sipping a coke.
"Nice job, babycakes." she says. She loves chocolate as much as me, so she's not part of my destruction plan. As for my father and my stupid sister, they're going down. Dad says that chocolate makes him fat, and my sister says that 'chocolate isn't healthy'. I'm only 800 pounds and I eat chocolate every day! She's just being the little smart ass she is. Although she's older by only seven years, she acts like it's EIGHT years. Whatever.
I grab another piece of chocolate and mold it on the last metal part of Mr. Robot Dino. I lick the chocolate off of myself and I walk inside to grab my quadruple covered choco-cake that has been dipped in chocolate a few thousand times. I shove it inside my mouth and chew, a happy smile spreading over my face. Mom trudges in behind me, her giant stomach almost not fitting in the double doors that Dad installed shortly after he married Mom. Mom is an XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL, but it doesn't really matter, she's an awesome mom! She gives me chocolate every day, and I eat it constantly. Doctors and most people say we're overweight, but their just jealous that they don't have 15 chins.
Try stopping me, it won't work. Mr. Robot Dino is unstoppable. He has a bubble of irresistable chocolate, that all chocolate lovers would immediately eat. Other choco haters would just go on with their lives. That would set Mr. Robot Dino and then he would immediately eat them, sending them into his stomach where a vast of chocolate lies. They are then solidified into chocolate statues and I eat them.
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5 months later...
Wow. I didn't know I could eat so many vanilla people. And by that, I mean choco haters. I'm so large that I'm the size of the house. Mom exploded. Well, more for me.
"Destruction of America nearly finished." Mr. Robot Dino says, his mechanical voice cutting through the screams. I smile. I let out a groan and put my hands on the ground, getting to my feet unsteadily. It's so much harder to walk around now. My weight weighs me down, and I grow bigger with each passing day. We're going to expand execution around the world. Well, tomorrow's Europe. Wish me luck, or die. Bye!
